A bar on the corner of 4th and Lincoln in Charleston, IL. A place where Irish car bombs come in plastic cups with plastic shot glasses that won't sink to the bottom of the beer and cost $8. Formerly known as Styx.

Hey dude. Let's go down to the Panther Piss and get some $8 Irish car bombs.

A particularly vile alcohol. Worse than run-of-the-mill bad alcohol due to an offending odor or flavor. Often applied to cheap wine, booze, or beer whose only redeeming factor is that it can get you drunk.

1. I was 17 when I was visiting my cousin in Memphis. He gave me a can of Coors beer. I tasted it for the first time. It tasted like industrial slop water. That or maybe panther piss. The worst beer in the universe.

2. I was driving on the New York State side of the Niagara Falls area and my car's tank was down about half. I wanted to get gaased up on the American side because Canada has a lot of gas brands of their own and I didn't know how suitable they are to my car's engine. I saw virtually no major brand gas stations on the highway, so when I saw a sign leading to a gas station at the Ticonderoga Indian reservation I took the exit. I fueled up, the gasoline brand was exclusive to the Iroqouis Confederacy. I was afraid that I was tanking up with panther piss but the gas was really good. My car operated nicely. No bucking and snorting. No problemo. Later that afternoon I crossed the border into Canada, where the hotel I reserved a room at was located.